Once i made it, i beat the fucking tar
Cause yo ass got me fiending for ya so far
Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights
I made it to the sky, without ever biting styles
It was my home by i made die
Busting off, tryna touch the sky
(lay back, get it big, can i live?)
That's real shit real nigga life
Imma celebrate when i made it
Y'all similes is literal shit
It was his mom i made cry
Weighin 165 and these tricks should die
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